DISCUSSION - CHAPTER FIVE

13:00PM, August 22, Tokyo; Japan. Touma Fudou's Apartment:

Touma and Fuyuki's first day together passed very quickly, but at the same time it was long.

Afterwards, Fuyuki stopped crying Touma, so she went to cook something for the two of them to eat. Put the little one in a safe place and where the reach of dangerous things is quite far away. The little one carefully watched his father's steps. Sometimes he bowed his head and suddenly laughed.

Touma ignored the boy and just concentrated on what he was doing. While he chewed gum. He only threw it away when it was time to eat.

— Come on, kid. The food is ready. Touma took the boy with one arm and the other carried the dishes.

— Hmm. He makes a complaining noise, but Touma ignores it.

'What is it now?' He looks at the boy in the corner and sees that he has puffy cheeks. And keeps going. - What's with the tantrum? I'm not very patient with this. Plus I'm very sleepy. He rubs his eyes.

Fuyuki pats Touma's arm, as if he's saying "Let me go!" But unfortunately, Touma again ignored him and sat him in the chair.

"If you can talk, then why do you keep mute to me?" I'm not very good with signs. He walks away and sets the plates on the table.

- Because I do not want to! - the boy replied sullenly.

"Look at you…" He was even annoyed, but relaxed when he thought about it. — There, who would take the words of a brat seriously! - he teases the little one.

"And you, why don't you behave like an adult?" – the little one retorts. Those words were arrowed into Touma's chest. Since he didn't expect to hear that from a child.

"For a two-year-old, you're pretty bold, em. — he serves the little one first and then him. "And you speak very well. I'm surprised. Hey, do you know how to write? I hope so, since you speak so well.

— I only know how to write in hiragana. - the boy said crestfallen.

— What is it, kid? That is great. Usually two year olds don't know. You can be considered a genius. — Touma brings the food to his mouth and then points his fork in the little one's direction. "Want me to teach you katakana and kanji?"

Fuyuki's eyes lit up and a huge smile accompanied his joy. - Yea! I want to!

— Okay. But first, answer me one thing. Who taught you to speak and write? Not to offend your mother or anything, but she wasn't that smart. – Touma asked indifferently to Fuyuki, but he was still curious.

"But it was Mom who taught me!" She tried! He says excitedly. He pauses briefly and continues. "And he always said I learned too fast.

"And sure enough, in that you didn't pull her." She was a terrible student! The worst in school. She was always last. – Touma said. And then he looks at Fuyuki's meal and realized it was still intact. "Aren't you going to eat, kid?"

Fuyuki turned her head to the side and crossed her arms. "My name is Fu-yu-ki. — the boy says the name spelling each word. He wanted Touma to speak for his name and not keep calling him a brat. It was irritating.

Touma didn't understand what the boy meant by saying his name like that. Since he knew his name Fuyuki very well and there was no need to repeat it. It's not that bad of memory.

"Just eat. Don't keep saying unnecessary things. - Touma speaks calmly.

That was the end of the line for the boy. He slammed his small hands against the table. "Call me by name!" And not as a brat or a brat!

"Oh, so that's why he was angry. First: I'm not yours. And second: you are a brat! That won't change even when you grow up. He explains, getting up and taking the dishes to the sink. "So, are you going to eat or not?" Know that I wanted to make you hungry, but Hiroshi will kill me if he finds out.

— I will only eat when you call me by name! — the little one practically threatens him.

- Stop being stubborn! I already told you that you are nothing to me! So what reasons do I have to call you by name. - He spoke furiously, besides slamming his fist against the counter. Scaring the little one.

"Why, are you so mean to me? I just asked to call my name. Mom would never yell at me. - the boy spoke with a choked voice as he wiped the tears that ran down his face.

"Oh, so it's going to be like this?" I'm sorry, but I'm not your mother! And I'm not your father either! So I can send you up for adoption anytime! — Take a rant. The boy starts crying even more. The man stopped attacking the little one with words and just rested his head on his hand. A while passed and the boy couldn't stop crying, and without having any patience Touma tapped his finger against the black marble slab. "Oh, I deserve it! - He goes to the little one still crying and takes him in the arm and strokes his head. - Sorry. My words were harsh. Sorry. - He repeats the apology hugging the little one tighter. Without much delay, the boy also wraps his arms around Touma's neck and squeezes him tight.

— It was… a… thing… so… simple… and you were… so… extreme… - the boy spoke between sobs.

- Sorry. I didn't mean to speak those harsh words. — Touma once again apologizes. He was feeling horrible for having hurt a child. "Idiot! Idiot!" It was what Touma repeated over and over in his head. "Why? Why, Aimi?" That thought also crossed his mind. He wanted to name the feelings that now and again troubled his head and heart.

Ding Dong.

The doorbell rang at the same moment, interrupting their moment. Touma released the boy and put him where he was before. The little one wiped away the tears, but he was still sobbing and his cheeks were redder than usual.

"Who dares bother me right now?" He opens the door grumpy and impatient. And then Hiroshi appears serious as usual and with one of his eyebrows raised.

"I knew I would find you in a bad mood, but not so much. What happened now? Are you getting along well with Fuyuki-chan? He's pretty quiet, so I doubt he's giving you trouble. — Hiroshi drops a lot of questions and without waiting for Touma to say that he was to enter, he has already been invaded. He spotted the little one and ran to hug him. "Hello again, little one! How's your first day with your grumpy dad going?

Touma closes the force tightly. "I already told you Hiroshi!" I'm not his father! He then yawns.

- Serious? Wow, I've never seen someone as stupid as you Touma! He speaks sarcastically. He adjusts his glasses and continues. "Want to take a DNA test?" I even follow! Even because I want to see your pot face when you see that you're really this boy's father!

"Spare me some of your pranks, Hiroshi. — He goes to the sofa that is a little way in front of the table where Hiroshi and Fuyuki are. He sits up and throws his neck back and sees Hiroshi and Fuyuki upside down. "Now come here, do you really want me to do the DNA test?" Honestly, I still don't want to know the truth. He tilts his head to the side.

- If I were you, I would be relieved! And weakly, Touma! I wouldn't even take the damn exam! I would trust Aimi-san. - Hiroshi replied Touma stressed. He sighed then.

Touma looked at him in disbelief. 'Now it's done!' What attitude is that, Mr. Hiroshi?

"Touma, please listen to me. I'm not mean it and I don't want to fight with you. You should trust Aimi-san more. I'm just saying this. - Hiroshi explains to him more calmly, he wasn't in the mood to stress about Touma.

— Hmm. I do not know. Aimi, was a woman who liked secrets and cheating too! So tell me how could I trust her? He spoke in a slightly apprehensive tone.

- I do not know. Find out for yourself. – Hiroshi simply spoke. He headed towards the door with Fuyuki and Touma realized.

- Hey! Where do you think you're going with the brat? He didn't even bother to get up, but still asked Hiroshi in a serious tone.

- To my house. Where else? You need time alone to think and take care of a child is very distracting. - He explains. "See you later, Touma!" And I look forward to your reply! - He says excitedly and leaves.

"Hey, get back with the brat!" You know very well that I can concentrate even with the speakers at full volume! he yells, but soon realizes that it was too late and Hiroshi had already taken the little one. - Damn it! "He complains.

He lay back on the couch and put his arm over his closed eyes and sighed heavily. He was tired of having to think about the problems that Aimi always gives him. And he was finding himself pathetic to have to rack his brains over something so simple. It was always so easy to find the solutions.

- Why? Why, Aimi? I do not understand. Why…? He muttered several times. After repeating it so many times, he got tired and fell asleep a little. He thought he needed a nap.